Anthonio slowly slid his rigid cock completely down her throat. She gagged immediately. “Fuck it, Freckles, why are you so bad at this?” She looked up at him, her eyes wet, and it made his mind blank for a minute. He swallowed hard and blinked. “Relax, don't force it, swallow around my cock and breathe through your nose whenever you can. I am going to slowly fuck your throat. You just passively take it for now. Once you get over your panic about breathing and get control of your gag reflex, I'll tell you what to do with your tongue.” Angela nodded and did as he said. It took several minutes for her to calm down and get a rhythm going with her breathing, but she finally got a handle on it. She even managed to get her gag reflex under control. “Not bad, Freckles. I think you're going to be really good at this,” he smirked.Suddenly her phone started ringing from the bedroom. Angela's heart skipped a beat. “Baby brother calling.” “Baby brother calling.” Angela's eyes moved to the corner, trying to find her phone. She wondered about the emergency, her pleading eyes came back to Antonio. “Forget that, nothing is more important than my pleasure.” He buried his cock into her mouth and she sucked the entire length, making it wet and hard. “You love my cock, huh? I am going to fuck your dirty, trashy mouth. I will give you a good throat fuck and make you choke on my monster cock.” He growled and grabbed her head hard. With full strength, he rammed his cock in. Angela's eyes widened, tears rolled down her cheeks. Her lips stretched across his cock, sucking it, licking it, eating it. Antonio threw his head back and hissed. He opened his eyes and looked down at Angela. Her flushed face and pleading eyes made his cheeks burn. “Fuck!” He cursed. That face she is making won't help her if she really wants him to slow down. He could feel the cum boiling up in his balls. He plunged his cock into her mouth and thrust it in and out fast. He was fucking her mouth just like a kitty. “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” He moaned deeply, his heart raced. He could feel her spit dripping off his balls as he mercilessly plundered her mouth. The sound she was making with her throat was messing with his head too. Until he couldn't hold back any longer, with a loud grunt he squirted his cum deep inside her mouth. “OHHHHH AAAARRGHH. Oh yeah. Fuck. FUCK… fuck…fuck...” He pulled her face closer, making his cock dig deeper into her throat as he spurted cum. Angela gagged and coughed as he pulled out and removed the gag. Her phone started ringing again; this would be the twelfth time. “Oh no…”. Angela made to stand up when he came back and cupped her chin, lifting her face and holding it immobile as he leaned down to taste her. His mouth was hot and hungry, his tongue played at the corners of her lips, and he slid his thigh harder against her clit, building a steady rhythm as he melded their bodies together even closer. Angela wrenched her mouth away and gasped for breath, flexing against his hold on her arms with all the strength that she could muster. “Please, I beg you, let me take the call, something bad must have happened.” She sobbed. “Until you pay off your debt, you can make decisions like that.” He whispered into her ears and slid his hand downwards, across her heaving stomach and down over the black lace of her underwear. He settled his fingers so that the tips danced across her opening, and the length of his digits pressed against her clit. Angela let out a moan of regret; she could feel that she had dampened her underwear and the thought made her sick. He chuckled at her, then hooked his fingers under her pants and slid them directly onto her slick opening. He pressed gently, not enough to actually slide inside her, but enough of a threat that Angela didn't dare move. His thumb followed, sliding onto her clit and rocking against it in a rhythm that made the muscles of her vagina pulse against her will. She moaned against his mouth and he groaned in response, the rumble of his voice vibrating through her body and awakening that terrifying hum inside her once again. Gosh! He knew what he was doing with his mouth. Angela found herself trembling again as his hot tongue rasped against the tip of hers. His restless hand slid from her mouth and back down to her underwear, and as he slid beneath the slippery fabric and eased one finger inside her, Angela couldn't keep herself from whining into his mouth. His hands were massive compared to hers; his long, thick fingers were callused from manual work, and when he turned his finger inside her and beckoned towards her vaginal wall, Angela trembled, turned into a shudder. Her hips rocked against him of their own accord, and she felt Antonio smile in satisfaction against her mouth. He was burning hot; she could feel his body heat even through their layers of clothes as she tried to frantically inhale enough air to stay conscious. Antonio’s scent overloaded her senses. He was musky and spicy, and a little bit sweaty; she groaned as she felt her body start to surrender. “Why so tight? I could barely push in a finger deep. If you are this small, I wonder how long it's been since you had a cock in you. At this rate, my size will definitely kill you, Freckles.” “No, please don’t.. force the finger in any further.” She groaned, and her toes curled into the bed as she lifted her hips closer to him once again. He leaned in for another kiss, all stubble and muskiness, moaning in appreciation at the sounds that she was making, and Angela lost it. The muscles in her vagina squeezed his fingers hard, pulsing in rhythm as she whined into his mouth and collapsed back down into the sheets. He let her turn her head away from his mouth so that he could nuzzle the side of her neck until the tension eased back out of her body. It was sick and wrong, the way her body was reacting; she would have given anything for it to stop. "Fuck," Antonio groaned as he finally came up for air. "You're so frigging tight, maybe you need to fucking relax your muscles.” He pulled the finger out and went down on her. Angela’s toes curled tightly as his tongue increased the pressure on her clit. She drew her feet up to her ass, pushing against the mattress to lift her hips closer to his mouth. “Hmmmmph!” She bit her lip as a wave of heat sent delicious pulses of pleasure straight to the spot inside her as Antonio wiggled his tongue in her. Her muscles were starting to contract, and she knew he could feel it too. She lost it, her body bucking against him as the waves of pleasure finally crashed over her and left her completely exhausted. Antonio grabbed her by the hair once again and forced her eyes to meet his. “Tell me, Freckles, do you enjoy pleasure from my touch?” “Yes… yes, my lord,” Angela mumbled breathlessly. An evil grin spread across Antonio’s face. “That’s my girl.” He lowered his mouth to hers once again, sucking her lips into his mouth as he hungrily took in the taste of her. His finger dug into her hair gently until she fell into a deep sleep.